I try to avoid the invasion of screams that bounce
towards me from wall to wall like loud angry
ghosts jumping on trampolines with rusty springs.
A stolen fan hums by the door of my childhood room to
create an addictive mechanical barrier of sound that is
haunted with the impatient voices of a static future.
Quietly trapped in a dismal pile of broken wood where
brief escapes provide a hit of beautifully brutal knowledge.
Only to repeatedly return to this stagnant town.
Attempt to remain lost in the glow of this virtual reality.
Machines keep me connected at a distance so now I can
embrace the meaningless solitary moments with friends.
In this time of repair these lives have forever misfired as I
wait for that silence from hell that comes after the sun
evaporates the rivers dry. It's almost time to leave.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
I try to avoid the invasion of screams that bounce
towards me from wall to wall like loud angry
ghosts jumping on trampolines with rusty springs.
A stolen fan hums by the door of my childhood room to
create an addictive mechanical barrier of sound that is
haunted with the impatient voices of a static future.
Quietly trapped in a dismal pile of broken wood where
brief escapes provide a hit of beautifully brutal knowledge.
Only to repeatedly return to this stagnant town.
Attempt to remain lost in the glow of this virtual reality.
Machines keep me connected at a distance so now I can
embrace the meaningless solitary moments with friends.
In this time of repair these lives have forever misfired as I
wait for that silence from hell that comes after the sun
evaporates the rivers dry. It's almost time to leave.
